Wednesday, 25 October 2023
This is the least rainy day all week, so it's time to see some of the sights in Paris. I took the Metro to one of the stops along the Champs-Élysées. I had noticed that the Rugby Village was at the Place de la Concorde, which is at one end of the Champs-Élysées. While the Rugby Village wouldn't be open -- they mostly open on match days -- the World Cup store would be open. So I walked over there and browsed for a while. If I'm gonna buy anything, it makes sense to do it now, near the end of the trip, so I don't have to haul it with me all over France. I picked out a shirt with the logos of all twenty teams, and a pair of socks with the Rugby World Cup 2023 logo.
Then I headed south through the Tuileries Gardens (too late in the season for there to be much to see there) to the Louvre.
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The Louvre pyramid. And the lines |
Because I had good success at the Eiffel Tower last week without buying a ticket in advance, and because I didn't know at the start of the day that I would even go to the Louvre, I didn't have a ticket. I found a line for "people with tickets" and I got in the other line. After a while, an employee came by and said "you all have tickets, right?". I asked her where the line was for the unfortunate souls who didn't have tickets and she pointed me to a third line on the other side of the courtyard. Off I went to that other line. After about 30 minutes I did a back-of-the-envelope calculation (in my head, of course; it was raining too much to use real paper) and figured that I had another one-and-a-half to two hours left in line. By that time, the Louvre would only be open for another hour or so. Ugh.
Let's see if I can get online tickets with my phone. Oh, wait. My phone hasn't been working since I tried to use it on the Metro to double-check what stop I wanted. Apparently even though I still had plenty of gigabytes left on my Travel Europe SIM card, they are only good for 30 days after adding the data. And they don't give any warning. So not only can't I get an online ticket to get in a shorter line -- not that the other lines were much shorter; but they were moving faster -- I'm also going to get to spend the rest of my day in Paris the old-fashioned way -- sans Internet.
Bah! I'll do the Louvre another day. Let's see what else is close. Oh, yeah. No phone. I remembered that the Saint-Chapelle chapel and Notre-Dame cathedral were close. Just up the Seine on an island. I walked over there and found that although Saint-Chapelle has an option to get in without a prepaid ticket, they had met their quota for the day and had closed that line. A few more blocks to Notre-Dame then.
I expected that Notre-Dame would be closed. They are still doing restoration work after the big fire of 2019. But it was still impressive just looking at it from the outside.
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Notre-Dame Cathedral |
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Notre-Dame Cathedral
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The south side of Notre-Dame, showing where much of the work is being done
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Plus, they had a nice presentation about the fire and the damage and the restoration work on the construction wall around the building.
As I was about to leave, I saw a sign for an archeological crypt. It was down some stairs under the plaza in front of Notre-Dame. It turned out to be an underground museum. When excavating the area to build underground parking, they found a bunch of ruins from the early days of Paris. Back when it was Roman -- and called Lutetia. They stopped work on the parking garage and preserved the area. The museum was half about the history of Notre-Dame and half about the history of the early days of Lutetia/Paris. Complete with preserved city walls and building foundations. I didn't take any photos, but they've got a few photos and a video on their
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My phone had cached enough mapping that I was able to notice that the Shakespeare and Company bookstore was nearby. Frances and Tinca suggested that I go there if I was close. Well, 120 meters as the crow flies is pretty close. Let's go!
Shakespeare and Company is a small, English-language bookstore, right in the heart of Paris. So small, in fact, that they usually have a line outside, and only let one person in for each person who leaves. Otherwise it would get too crowded to even move around inside. I only had to wait for about ten minutes -- about ten people -- to get in, but I've seen photos where the line was much, much, longer. Inside it was a really quaint place. A lot like the Antiquarium in Omaha. They don't allow photos inside, so you'll just have to guess what a warren of small rooms with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves looks like. As long as I was there, I might as well buy a book. Again, it's late enough in the trip to not have to carry it much longer. So I bought a Jack Reacher novel (by Lee Child and brother Andrew Child) that I didn't already have -- No Plan B. As I started to read it later in the day, I realized that "English-language bookstore" doesn't necessarily mean American English. The first thing I noticed is that the book uses single quotation marks for quotations, and double marks for nested quotations. I figured it was just a quirk of the author or the editor, even though I hadn't seen it in any previous Jack Reacher novels. Then I saw that they spelled "tire" as "tyre". And then I saw that they called a parking lot a "forecourt". Yep. British English. That just makes it extra cool. 🙂
I paid cash for the book, to make sure I had coins for the laundry later today. They offered to stamp their logo inside the front of the book. I accepted the offer.
After Shakespeare, I headed back to the Metro. My walk took me across the Pont Neuf -- the oldest bridge in Paris. It also took me right by the US Embassy. I didn't have my passport on me, so they presumably wouldn't let me in. But I was tempted to go up to the gate and ask if they had any advice about "How can I make my mom worry less?"
And on the topic of worry: Everything I can find says to be careful, be aware, and if you find yourself in an area with protests, walk away. I'm doing all those things; and haven't seen any protests. There are no indications from the US State Department that there are any places to worry about. And a lot of talk that France knows what they are doing and are applying good practices to keep things under control. BBC and German news channels also agree.
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Looking southeast along the Seine, toward the Île de la Cité and Notre-Dame. That's the Pont Neuf connecting the island to each bank
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The Arc de Triomphe, as seen from the center of the Champs-Élysées |
I took the Metro back to Saint Ouen and walked around to make progress on a few more streets. Big M Burgers for dinner.
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Big M Burgers
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The burger was nothing more than a fast-food hamburger. Very much like a McDouble. It was the first meal in the entire time here that was disappointing. Not bad, just ... blah. All the other burger places were ... well ... burger specialty shops. Not simple fast-food joints. I expected this would be, too.
After dinner I walked a bit more. I went to the road along the Seine that is under construction to see if I could walk along it outside normal working hours. I got close, but then the security guard got out of his car and told me that the street was closed and that I was not allowed to walk along it. I'll have to update the mapping database to indicate that it is temporarily closed to pedestrians.
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Sunset over the Seine |
Back in the hotel, I was able to use my laptop to order another slug of data for my travel SIM. That'll last the rest of the trip.
Time for laundry. I couldn't figure out how much money to put in the coin slot. I'll just put coins in until something beeps or lights up. But none of my coins would fit. I had quite a variety of denominations, and they were all too thick. I went to the front desk to ask about it. It turns out I'm supposed to pay at the desk and they give me a token. The token fits in the machine, being a different size -- thinner -- than all euro coins. I guess I hadn't needed to deal with re-enabling my ATM card after all. 🙂 I did a load of laundry. When I went back down to transfer it to the dryer, I noticed that my little box of detergent pods (I had purchased the smallest box the grocery store had, which was still 19 more pods than I needed) had fallen off the washing machine from the vibration. And the washing machine was bolted down, with not enough room for me to get behind it. But the handle from the weight machine in the gym in the next room worked to fish out the box. I wrote "Free / Gratuit" on the box and left it on a shelf near the machines. No sense hauling them all the way back to Omaha.
On one of the elevator trips while doing laundry I talked to a guy from London who has just moved to Paris for a new job. His apartment isn't ready yet, so they're putting him up in a hotel for now.
I completed fourteen more streets today, but only one of them was in Saint Ouen.
...doug